Everyday is a new day
For my body to change.
To grow
To evolve
To become
The beat of my heart.
To embrace the skin
Of my soul.
I’ll admit
That I am impatient.
Why can’t I have it all now?
Why couldn't I have had it always?
They say patience is a virtue
But why isn’t it condemned?
Why are we told to not
Want it all?
The sound of a beating drum
Is best followed
When you are the one
Playing the rhythm.
And so I will march
And dance
And sway
And move
And turn
To the rhythm
Only to the beat of my heart
And the skin of my soul.
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